No life is so happy and so pleasant as the life of the well-govern'd angler.

If all the theories were correct, there wouldn't be a fish left in all of our lakes and rivers and streams.

God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling.

Angling may be said to be so like the Mathematics that it can never be fully learnt; at least not so fully but that there will still be more new experiments left for the trial of other men that succeed us.

Blessings we enjoy daily, and for the most of them, because they be so common, men forget to pay their praises. [and miss much of their benefits from grateful appreciation]

You cannot lose what you never had.

Let us be thankful for health and competence, and, above all, for a quiet conscience.